In all our sanctuaries we sit at risk

Category: Poetry

  • Ribs

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    Most of this little poem was written in 2017. I re-discovered it a few weeks ago and changed the middle bit a great deal, although the overall statement/meaning remains more or less the same as it was at first. I have only just learned that there is no sound beyond the Earth’s atmosphere. There is…

  • Nothing Clear

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    The first line of this is a direct quote from a long satire in rhyme royal stanzas by the poet John Skelton, writing in the early part of the reign of Henry 8th. The rest is a description of where we seem to be at the moment. … continue reading

  • The Hardest Thing

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  • Frontiers

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  • A Paltry Thing

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  • Poetry in Public Space

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    I’ve been running this project for years now. Demand for its material has come from schools, healthcare settings and libraries all over the world. Since Covid, however, that demand has effectively evaporated. For a while, of course, public space changed its nature. It became dangerous and, as a precaution, places like waiting rooms, class rooms…

  • The Winter’s Question

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  • A Form of Air

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